Bill was tossed into the darkness.

"Dang it, Pine Tree!" He shouted.

"I'm terribly sorry about this, Bill," Dipper replied, genuinely.

Quickly, Bill started moving his arms around in the pitch blackness. Abruptly, his hands found something hard and warm, and in his confusion, he curled his fingers around it.

Dipper gasped softly. "Bill..."

"What?" Bill snapped.

"That's my chest you're groping."

Instantly, the blond's face turned a deep red, and he withdrew his hands. "Sorry," He murmured.

Dipper cleared his throat. "It's alright."

Bill's heart started pacing a bit faster than it's normal speed. He had expected Dipper to be scrawny under his dumb uniform. But no, since the universe was obviously against Bill, the nerd was jacked. Curses!

"Bill, I think I can get us out of here," Dipper said, thankfully ignoring what just happened.

"Then, what are you waiting for?" Bill told him.

There was a sound of a sword being drawn, and then, a soft blue glow emitted from Dipper's weapon. Bill found himself transfixed by the blade, then he backed away, when the Guardian aimed his sword and threw it at the door. At first contact, the door split in half. Bill thought he'd be showered by splinters, but Dipper moved in to shield him last second. He could feel the warmth radiating from Dipper's close body, and immediately shoved the Guardian away from him.

"OK, let's go," Bill said, quickly.

Dipper nodded in agreement, then the two made a dash down the hall. Eventually, they paused, when they saw the group of clones. Fortunately, they didn't seemed to notice the two were there.

"I'm just saying, that since I've been here the longest, I should be the one to dance with Wendy," Tyrone said.

Number 10 rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Fair point, but how about I dance with Wendy, since I've been around the least?"

"That makes zero sense," One clone remarked.

"You make zero sense!" Number 10 shoved him.

"Watch it!" The clone shoved him back.

"Don't shove people!" Tyrone told them, sternly.

"NAYAYANAN!" Paper Jam Dipper screamed.

"Jeez, even his clones are hopeless," Bill muttered to himself. Then, made a sharp whistle, catching the attention of the clones.

"You!" Tyrone snapped.

"Tyrone, let's talk about this," Dipper insisted, slowly walking forward. "We're all evenly matched mentally and physically, if we end up fighting, it'll only go on forever."

The replicas paused, and murmured to each other thoughtfully. Once they were distracted, Dipper ran up and punched Tyrone in the face. After that, everyone stared in shocked silence.

"OK, now I'm impressed, Pine Tree," Bill grinned.

"CLONE FIGHT!" Number 5 declared.

Immediately, in a flurry of confusion, the clones started attacking each other, each one mistaking the other for the original. Bill tried to back away from the chaos, when one of the Dippers placed a hand on his shoulder. He panicked, and kicked the other in the shin.

"Ow! Bill, I'm not a clone!" Dipper snapped at him.

"Aha! There's Classic Dipper!" Tyrone yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him.

The clones responded, and stopped fighting. Bill and Dipper both backed away, as they stalked closer towards them. In the spur of the moment, Bill looked around, and spotted a stray party popper on the floor. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed it and aimed it at the clones. There was a loud bang, and a tendril of smoke emitted from it. The clones watched as the smoke drifted to the ceiling, and finally reached the sprinklers. Water showered over them on full blast, and almost immediately, the replicas melted to the floor in a series of screams.

When it was all over, Bill and Dipper were staring at the mess, before both of them breathed in relief.

"I'm glad that's over," Dipper said.

Bill threw the party popper aside. "If you excuse me, I'll be forgetting any of this happened. See ya, Pine Tree."

Dipper watched as the boy headed in the direction of the dancefloor. He smiled softly, before turning around, only to face the last standing clone: Tyrone.

Oh, come on, He thought.

❇❇❇

"I'll now be announcing the winner of the sing off!" Soos declared, holding up a plastic gold crown.

Mabel and Pacifica were on the stage, facing a huge crowd. Mabel's friends were among them, and they gave the brunette encouraging looks.

"Applaud vote for Mabel?"

The audience clapped and cheered, Mabel's friends the loudest among them.

"Very good," Soos said, approvingly. "Now, for the next contestant: Pacifica!"

People clapped quietly, until Pacifica sent them a glare, and the audience reluctantly rose in volume.

"What's this? A tie?" The man gasped. "This never happened before."

"What?" Pacifica snapped. Then, she spun towards the crowd. "In that case, I guess some of you don't want to get invited to my temple and have your wishes granted."

Instantly, the crowd murmured excitingly, and then they clapped loudly than ever before, chanting the blonde's name. "Pacifica! Pacifica! Pacifica!"

Soos's eyes widened, and he sighed. "Ladies and gentlemen...Pacifica is the winner."

Pacifica smirked towards Mabel and accepted her crown. "Ha! What do you got to say now?" She taunted at the brunette.

Mabel looked at her for a while, then smiled. "I'm proud of you, Pacifica," She said. "It was fun, we should try that again."

Pacifica regarded her in shock, then she flushed and turned away. "Whatever!" She snapped, and walked off. "You're a still a loser!"

As she left, Mabel's friends immediately joined her on stage.

Grenda hugged the Guardian. "You were amazing, Mabel! Like a total rock star!"

"Really? You don't mind that I lost?" Mabel asked, sheepishly.

"Of course not," Candy reassured.

Will nudged the brunette, giving her a smile. "How about we join the dancefloor? I'm ready to show my moves now."

"Absolutely!" She exclaimed, in joy.

As they moved to the center of the floor, meanwhile, Dipper was by the railings, fighting back his clone. He was pinned to his back, as Tyrone tried to overpower him.

"Say it! Say I can dance with Wendy!" The clone spat.

"Never!" Dipper shot back, pushing him off.

At that moment, they both heard a familiar laughter.

"Wendy?" They both said, before moving to look over the railings.

Down below, they spotted Wendy and Robbie sitting together against a wall. Robbie seemed to have retrieved his quiver, and he whispered something in Wendy's ear, then she bumped him playfully while laughing. Dipper and Tyrone watched in sorrow, sighing in defeat.

"Hey, wanna get a drink?" Tyrone asked him, after a while.

Dipper nodded. "Yeah, why not?"

❇❇❇

Later, the two were on the roof of the shack, each holding a plastic cup filled with punch. They gazed at the sky above them, before eventually talking.

"You were right," Tyrone started. "The only time you managed to talk to Wendy normally, is when you didn't over analysis things."

Dipper shrugged. "Yep, I guess I just get in my own way."

"Literally!" Both chuckled, before taking a sip of their drinks.

Tyrone winced, and looked down at himself. A hole started forming in his chest. "Uh oh."

"Tyrone!" Dipper gasped, in distress.

"It's okay, this would've happened eventually," The clone said, while melting to the ground. "Just remember what you learned!"

The Guardian nodded quickly. "Of course!"

"And hey, can you quit being a total wimp around Wendy? For my sake..." Then, Tyrone disappeared into a puddle.

Dipper stared at it for a long while, before he was snapped out of his trance, when a voice called to him from the ground. He looked down, and saw Bill waving at him.

"What are you doing up there?" The blond demanded.

The Guardian glanced direly at the puddle, before shaking his head. Then, he stood up, and jumped off the roof. He made a perfect landing in front of the boy.

"Nothing much," He replied.

Bill only gave him a strange look, and said. "Come on, the party's almost over, you can enjoy it while it lasts."

With that, Dipper followed Bill to the entrance. But, as they got there, they were suddenly encountered by Robbie.

The Cupid glared at Dipper. "Just so you know, I found your freaky clones stealing my stuff, and I drowned them in the nearest lake."

Dipper gulped nervously. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Robbie growled. "I don't know what you did there, but--"

"Robbie, I'm ready," Wendy said, coming up behind her friend.

Robbie's mood immediately changed, and he said. "Cool! If we go now, we can get the best view at Lookout Point."

"You're going to Lookout Point?" Dipped asked Wendy.

Wendy nodded. "Yeah, you wanna come with?"

Dipper hesitated, instinctively glancing at Bill. Wendy caught the brunette looking at the boy, and grinned.

"Or, would you rather hang out with Bill?"

Bill rose a brow. "What?"

"Don't worry, message received," The redhead said, winking. "We'll leave you two to have fun."

Then, Wendy nudged Robbie forward, and the two walked in the direction of the forest. Dipper watched them go, confused.

"What just happened?"

Bill didn't answer. He looked at the Guardian, then said hesitantly. "Dipper, would you like to dance with me?"

Dipper spun towards him. "You...didn't call me Pine Tree."

Bill narrowed his eyes. "You're surprised about that, but not by me asking you for a dance?"

"Yeah," He replied, truthfully. Then, Dipper added softly. "But, why would you ask me?"

"I'm feeling generous tonight," The blond said, simply.

The brunette smiled softly. "In that case...sure."

Bill returned his smile. Then, with that, the two returned to the shack, while the night domed over.